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"Why are you so brief? Do you no longer love song 
As you did? Yet as a youth when you sang 
In those days of hope, 

You never found the end!" 

"Like my joy, is my song. In sunset glow 

Would you bathe joyfully? All is gone, the earth is cold 
And the night-bird whirrs 

Uncomfortably before your eyes. " 

from "Brevity" 

by Friedrich Holderlin 


Established 1901 

Delaware Valley College of Science and Agriculture 
Doylestown, Pa. 18901 

Fall- Winter 1973 


Ray D. Blew 74 
Ana Simon '75 

Typing Staff 

Howard Mandel 

Diane Rodgers 

Ray D. Blew 

Art Staff 

Ana Simon 

Phillip J. Nichols 

Gayle Berger 

Layout and Design 

Ana Simon 

Ray D. Blew 


James Forsythe 

John Shiel 


Ana Simon '75 Howard Mandel '74 Barbra Novak '76 

Mike Weller '75 Diane Rodgers '76 Lisa Beninati 

Ray D. Blew '74 John Shiel Gene Hagan 

Quotes from . . . Percy Bysshe Shelley, Friedrich Holderlin. 


Dr. George Keys Edward O'Brien, Jr. 

The Gleaner is published during the scholastic year by the 
students of Delaware Valley College of Doylestown, Pennsylvania. 
The Gleaner is a student publication, and the opinions expressed 
within are not necessarily those of the Gleaner staff or adminis- 
tration. Neither the college nor staff will assume responsibility for 
plagiarism unknowingly occurring within. 

Thinking of now and tomorrow and what, after that. 
Plans of then are put aside for now, to pave 
tomorrows way. 
But that was the way it was before today 

.... yesterday. 

Yesterday I put aside the dreams of today 
So I could pave the way for this day that now 
I answer only with "maybe tomorrow." 

Being and becoming are the same today, 

They are the same at every moment. 

Tomorrow's becoming is paved only by today's being. 

John Shiel 

the cold is seeping into my room and door. 

fall ran away before i could tell it true. 

crisp cold apples i never picked, and the colors 

browns and oranges prevail this season. 

and falling leaves detail its reason, 

and with each sun it creeps away. 

the winter calls me to its chill, 

the moon is clear and the sky is mine. 

to venture in till the day light time. 

to sit beneath and count the falling stars. 

light grows scarce and darkness flourishes, 

and the morning sun no longer warms my face, 

i must adapt to winter's pace. 


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The trip started Saturday morning at 8:00 A.M. and ended 
Sunday afternoon at 2:00 P.M. We started at Ewell's house and 
foraged for our meals around the area of Pennsylvania. The group 
consisted of three ladies and six men. A free-lance photographer 
also accompanied us on the trip. 

The trip began at Mr. Gibbon's house, observing his wild plant 
garden and gathering such items as Jerusalem artichokes and wild 
onions. We then traveled around the Troxeville area to obtain 
persimmons, watercress, walnuts, hickory nuts, ground cherries, 
wild parsnips, sheep sorrel and plants to brew up catnip and round 
leaf teas. 

Our next stop was Beaver Springs where we encountered 
American thistle, evening primrose, cat-o'-nine-tails, dandelion and 
mustard greens. 

All this foraging around took the better part of a Saturday. The 
rest of the day was spent in cleaning, cooking and eating these 

We started with the artichokes. We washed them off and placed 
them in a pot of boiling water, after which they were peeled 
somewhat like peeling a potato. They were boiled again and then 
eaten like potatoes. 

The evening primroses, American thistles and wild parsnip roots 
were washed and skinned like carrots. We cut them into pieces and 
fried them in a pan. 

The ground cherries were boiled in water with lime and sugar. 
They were then taken out and cooled. 

Watercress, mustard greens, dandelion and sheep sorrel were 
tossed into a salad with a bacon and mayonnaise dressing. 

This constituted Saturday night supper. As for drink we made 
round leaf mint tea by soaking mint leaves in hot water until a 
desired strength was obtained. 

We used the remaining plants collected for a Sunday brunch. We 
took our persimmons, hickory and walnuts and mixed them into a 
pancake batter. We fried them as you would regular pancakes and 
topped them with a fried applesauce . . . delicious! 

if anyone is interested in naturalism like this, our librarv has a 
couple of good books written by Ewell Gibbons; he's a fascinating 

A mist stream - and you there in the light 

This cool dizzy shine 

Swirling on the black waves. 

Blue, blue angel 

Lovely soul tinged in shade. 

Falling lightly over me . . . 

Melting on me . . . 

Dreaming in me. 

Ana Simon 


While the monsters roam the world above 
I sit below still in love 
Oh, it's not that I don't care - you see 
It's just that I can't dare to be 

Another man so far from home 
A different man, so far alone 
Freed to run, so far to roam 
Freed to find what I've never known 

While the milkmaid scamps a paper dove 

I climb the ropes with plastic glove 

Oh it's not that I can't stand the length - you see 

It's just that I don't have the strength - to be 

An Indian in the city stripped of bow on back 

A Black man in a suburb pointed jointed jack 

An animal on playing cards wrought with iron wings 

A queen to bishop four - beat - then taken out by kings. 

Arachnid figure crawls in a wooden floor 
I cry below and know I'm much more 
Oh it's not that I can't walk - you see 
It's just that I can't unlock and be 

A richer man without a home 

A saner man - so far alone 

A truthfirst man to kiss the loam 

Just one more day before I'm grown. 

Howard Mark Mandel 

It's not the fast tempo of today's 

technological world that kills. 

It's the tideous boredom, 

the lack of strong interest in something, 

and failure to grow. 

It's the feeling that nothing is worthwhile 

that makes men 


and unhappy. 



The Heat Unit Theory was fully developed by Dr. C. W. 
Thorntwaite, Director of the John Hopkins University Laboratory 
of Climatology working in conjunction with the Seabrook Farms 
Co. He determined that a plant's rate of growth and development 
can be determined by its rate of transpiration, which is essentially 
controlled by air temperature and light. To define this more 

Each crop has a threshold temperature, below which, no growth 
occurs. Any temperature above this threshold causes evapo- 
transpiration. It has been determined that a certain number of 
cubic centimeters of water will evapotranspirate at a certain 
temperature. These units are established and are recorded on a 
standard key for the local area. 

A mean temperature of the 24 hour period is determined. This 
figure is projected into the key (Rates of Potential Evapotrans- 
piration). The number adjacent to it indicates the number of cubic 
centimeters evapotranspirated that day for that temperature. 
Sunlight Duration 

The single most important remaining factor affecting plant 
growth and development is sunlight duration. This is established 
and standardized for a given latitude. A duration of 12 hours does 
not affect rates of evapotranspiration so, for each 12 hour period 
of sunlight in a day, the multiplying factor given it equals "1". On 
a March day when the daylight hours are few, a factor of ".88" 
would be common. This would indicate about 11 hours. On the 
other hand, a long July day may be almost 15 hours, so we would 
give it a factor of "1.25". When multiplying this factor times the 
cubic centimeters evapotranspirated one can obtain the Heat Units 
accumulated for the 24 hour period. 

If one knows the average of Heat Units accumulated each 
particular day, over a period of many years, and the Heat Units 
required for a crop, one can predict with reasonable accuracy its 
day of maturity. 
For Example 

Today is June 1st. We planted a field of green snap beans this 
afternoon. Snap beans require 2400 Heat Units from planting to 
maturity. The Heat Units accumulated in the local area as of 

yesterday were 1600. 

Given a mean temperature today of 76° F; my key indicates 
that at 76°, a plant will transpirate 40 cubic centimeters of water 
per day. My Sunlight Duration key indicates that on June 1st 
daylight lasts about 15 hours (1.25). Therefore we multiply 40 x 
1.25 = 50 Heat Units accumulated today. Total Heat Units to date 
are 1600 + 50 = 1650. Snap beans require 2400 Heat Units, so we 
add 1650 + 2400 = 4050. My growth index indicates that, on the 
average, by July 23rd, 4050 Heat Units have accumulated. I will 
harvest this crop of snap beans planted today within two days of 
July 23rd. 

This theory is dependent upon good conditions and will vary 
with improper pH, uneven fertilization or irrigation, rolling 
topography, soil types and plant diseases. The theory is usually 
always accurate within two to three days. 

The chief advantage of utilization of the Heat Unit theory is 
arranging the planting of various crops in a manner to adjust to 
farm or factory capacities. More information can be obtained, free 
of charge, by mailing or dropping a note to Ray D. Blew, Box 400, 

Time passes so quickly 

all of our dreams and aspirations 

for the future 

become realities or nightmares 

of the present, 
then slowly become objects 

of the past. 


Ramble on, sweet wander woods 

Rest finds its way in you 
Led on by the sumac candelabras 

Misted through a spider's silk 
In the dark soil scents, each of its own color 

Through the tree limbs looped 
With the sun's sky sculpture cast below . . . 

An Autumn Walk thru Penn's Woods 

Ana Simon 

I sleep and beckon my dreams, 

as I lie upon the soft green 

cushions of my imagination 
And await warm, Spring thoughts 

under the summer sun - 


I am shaded from all trouble 

by a green leaved canopy above, 

I am shaded, yet bits of blue 
sky pass through my mind, 

And become clouded illusions, 

And I'm rich with the thought of heaven 

I follow the flight of a butterfly, 

and ponder as to what he is 

And as I pondered, it was gone 

I close my eyes and feel a raindrop 

upon my lashes, 
And I thank God, for a few precious 

moments, I could shut out my sorrows 
And wonder at the joy of little things. 


No strings, 

hang loose. 

It's painless . . . 

Or one small, long pain 

That settles in - 

Like the winter snow 

smothers the late fall flowers 

Barb Novak 

You polish that of yesteryear 
And fear its moaning obsequies. 
You sleep my moats of laughing tears 
In castles of quintessence. 

No tarnish left of yesteryear 
But bitter taste of morrow near. 
Now, compose a dirge for death of sleep 
You of purest essence. 

Ray D. Blew 

"Drive my dead thoughts over the universe 
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! 
And, by the incantation of this verse, 

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth 
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! 
Be through my lips to unawakened earth 

The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, wind, 

if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" 

from Percy Bysshe Shelley's 
"Ode to the West Wind"